Idiosyncratic || Peter Parker ||

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Peter paced in panic and anxiety, "what if she doesn't want me to hold her hand? Or-or she thinks I smell bad or don't look nice-" May stopped her nephew from continuing any further. "Peter relax - trust me, you'll know when to hold her hand and she won't mind, you smell fine and you look handsome. From what I've heard from Issie, she won't be looking at those things..." She assured Peter, May had known the dark haired girl for a month and although they didn't regularly converse, the times that they did was enough for May to decide that she was the perfect girl for Peter.

No matter how much May tried to assure Peter, he was still nervous, his hands shaking and his heart pounded and he hadn't even set foot outside the apartment. He slicked his hair back more than usual,  opting for a blue button up shirt and a black jacket over the top. He felt as though he didn't look good enough, that he looked too much like he always does but May assured him otherwise. "Okay, Remember what we talked about..."

He gulped and nodded, "compliment her... if she gets cold give her my jacket... hold her hand... don't push her to do anything she doesn't want to do.... pay for her dinner..." Peter racked his brain for the pointers May gave him after school yesterday and today. "Great! You'll do fine Pete, I know it. Any girl would be lucky to date you."

"You're just saying that because you have to." He shuffled on his feet making May roll her eyes, "I'm saying it because it's true Peter, I know how you feel, I felt the exact same way when I was your age. I remember this boy - Todd - asked me to go to the drive in's with him and I was terrified. For different reasons... god I wish Ben was here to see you off on your first date... he'd be so proud... I'm so proud." Her own words caused the tears to well up in her eyes and even made Peter's eyes well up. It had been three months since Ben passed, the two managed on their own but it still didn't make it any easier.

They missed him. A lot.

"Sorry -" May wiped her eyes and smiled at Peter, "- go and have fun with Issie, fingers crossed you come home with a girlfriend, huh?" She punched his shoulder lightly and chuckled, Peter smiled and started to head out of their apartment. Across the hall and in Isabelle's apartment she too was frantic. Clothes littered all around her bedroom as she couldn't decide what to wear. She hardly wore skirts or dresses - not that she had any in her wardrobe - so it became hard for her to match a decent looking blouse with her jeans.

It wasn't too hot nor too cold out but once the evening breeze set in it would become cooler. She had finally settled on a black blouse with thin silky like fabric as it was the nicest looking blouse in her drawers. Her look was simple, nothing too lavish and that worried her the most. She didn't even have any heels, overall she felt dressed down for the occasion however it was hardly the case. As knocking averted her gaze from the mirror it was too late to change now.

Her dark blouse contrasted her pale skin, highlighting the fact she was already sickly pale - almost ghost like - and that made her self-conscious. Upon arriving home after school she hadn't vomited once which she was thankful for. On her way to the front door, she grabbed her phone and mentally checked to see if there was anything else. Peter fixed himself one last time, straightening his shirt and jacket as the door opened and Isabelle greeted him with a smile. 

"H-hey." His eyes widened and his voice cracked. She beamed at Peter, noticing how the effort he put into his appearance tonight. To think that Peter was worried that she cared how he looked made her gut tingle, sure he was good looking enough already but trying that little bit extra made her smile. "Hey." She stepped out of her apartment and closed the door behind her, jiggling it a few times to ensure it was locked. Nervousness came to Peter naturally, but now adding a pretty girl into the picture, the poor teenage boy was hopeless.